Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Café

She was only a in a highway caf
Poured from dusk until dawn
But she was broken twenty four hours a day
For she longed for her trucker gone

"I'll you the corned beef on rye"
sing with a gleam in her eye
The headlights burning
The big wheels turning
Her sweetheart would bye and bye

He'd park his great off Route Sixty Four
She'd blush with a sweet sigh
For at half past eleven he'd walk in the
And he'd a corned beef on rye

"I'll make you the corned on rye"
sing with a gleam in her eye
The was blaring
His soft eyes staring
The beef would come bye and bye

All the drivers remember night, so they say
She'd said her to them all
But when the hands on the clock reached a past twelve
Her suitcase still stood in the

And the hours passed by even as the trucks by
Out on the
And two grim highway patrolmen came into the place
Shook the rain from their hats and as the girl
Brought them their coffee, she overheard the words that they

"Oh Curly, did you see old diesel flattened out
Like your nose up by the predicament tonight?"
"Well, d'you know, he jack that son of a bitch
than owl shit"

"[Incomprehensible] here, honey"
"Hey man, you suppose that he had a little ol' hog
Waiting on him the line somewhere, do you?"
"Oh, hell, Curly, don't you know that them truckers got
To take out a little filly at every, every caf here to Las Cruces"

Now is a small truck stop on Route Sixty Four
If you happen to be by
But there's a trucker who never stops in
And a waitress who she knew why

"I'll make you the beef on rye"
She with a tear in her eye
And as her dark are glistening
There's someone who's
In highway caf in the sky

"I'll make you the beef on rye"
She sings with a in her eye
And as her dark are glistening
There's who's listening
In that caf in the sky

"I'll you the corned beef on rye"
She sings a tear in her eye
And as her dark eyes are
someone who's listening
In that caf in the sky